Chapter 13

I woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of the sun filtering through the curtains. Blinking, I realized I wasn’t in my room. I turned my head and saw Amory lying beside me, his chest rising and falling gently. Panic surged through me as I noticed the bright lipstick mark on his shirt, a stark reminder of the previous night.

"I fell asleep?" I whispered, clutching the blanket tighter. My mind raced, trying to piece together what happened. Did we... did we do it? I scanned my body for any signs, but everything seemed intact. My clothes were still on, though wrinkled, and my shoes were neatly placed at the foot of the bed. I exhaled, feeling a sliver of relief.

I looked over at Amory again. He was sleeping peacefully, his face relaxed and, admittedly, very handsome. "He doesn't look too bad sleeping," I muttered to myself. Embarrassment and confusion swirled inside me.

Quietly, I began to gather my belongings, trying not to wake him and I placed a small piece of paper telling him I was goi